The Visit...

NiaJean hangs up the phone, walks over to her couch, sits down cross legged and begins typing again…

How do we decide who stays in our lives and who goes?  Is it really our decision or is it the other person?  Do they subconsciously do things so that they can force us to make a decision to let them go?  I don’t know.  Our minds are so powerful that I think we will people in and out of our lives.  We create our own destiny.  It is very true that God gives us choices and based on our choices, we create our reality.  God sees all and knows all but he gives us the power of choice and that includes relationship choices.  Now our family choice is out of our control but I’m talking about people we can choose to have in or out of our lives.  I think God hopes that we make the right decisions and even gives us hints but we’ve got to take heed. 

NiaJean stops typing then looks around the room as she has a conversation with God.  “Please give me a sign.  Did I make the right decision?  This man is in my spirit and I can’t get him out.  Why?  Why do I feel like I shouldn’t have let him go?”  She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as though she is praying and meditating.

Her doorbell rings, which stops her from her moment of meditation and prayer.  She takes another deep breath and goes to the door to answer it.  When she opens the door Eric is standing there with a bag of goodies in his hand.  “Hey.”  He says as he enters the house and heads to the kitchen.  He sits the bag on the counter and starts taking the items out.  He places a bottle of champagne and a carton of orange juice on the counter, then takes out a pack of red vines, a carton of ice cream, a bag of chips and some salsa.  He places the ice cream in her freezer then takes two glasses from her cabinet and begins making mimosas for the both of them.  He pours the chips in a bowl and opens the red vines and hands her one.  NiaJean is standing in the doorway of the kitchen watching Eric prepare the snacks for them as she munches on the red vine.  Eric picks up both glasses of mimosas and hands her one.  They toast and begin drinking.  NiaJean picks up the package of red vines while Eric picks up the bowl of chips and the container of salsa and they head to the living room to sit on the couch and talk.

Eric can tell by the look on NiaJean’s face that she had been crying so he sips his mimosa in silence for a moment then asks; “Are you ok?”  “Yes, I’m fine.  It seems like all I ever do is cry over some man.”  She says in a frustrated tone.  “Maybe it’s the choices in men.”  He replies.  “Yeah, maybe.”  She answers back.  “Do you need a hug?”  He asks in the most innocent of tones.  She looks at him and smiles then says; “Yes, I could really use one about now.”  He places his mimosa on the table almost spilling it because he becomes a bit nervous for some reason.  He leans over and hugs her and they linger in a tight embrace for what seems minutes but in reality is about five seconds.  Before he lets go, he leans in close to her and kisses her on her lips. 

NiaJean quickly leans back in surprise then says; “Wait, stop.  This is not us.”  Eric becomes frustrated because he’s tired of waiting for her to see what’s right in front of her face then asks;  “Why not?  Why can’t it be us?”  “Eric, you’re my best friend and I want us to remain best friends.”  She replies.  “Best friends make the best lovers.”  Eric says as he tries to convince her that this is the right situation for her.  “Don’t you see my trend with men?  Every time things get a little too serious, it ends.  I don’t want that to happen with you.  Do you get it?  I don’t want to lose you.”  NiaJean says in a very shaky but convincing tone.

NiaJean leans back on the couch and a distraught look is planted on her face as she thinks about the events that took place.  Eric grabs her and pulls her close to him.  He looks into her eyes and says with the utmost sincerity; “NiaJean, I’m not going anywhere.  I’m here for you whether you like it or not, ok.”  NiaJean shakes her head no as she tries to resist his intoxicating stare.  Eric pulls her closer to him and passionately kisses her and she kisses him back.

There is a knock at her door…